#ao3 acotar

[lunaatthezoo]

What None Saw: Chapter 5 (Rita's)

I could not wait one single more second to post this one. This chapter may be my favorite thing I've ever written, and I hope you all love it, too! It's so fun, giggly, teasy, tensiony. Think violently protective, obsessed, pathetic, comPLETEly unhinged Azriel. Also, Azriel wearing a leather jacket is my permanent headcanon now 🫦

Chapter summary: Azriel reaches new levels of unhinged when Elain joins the family at Rita's. He leaves her with an enticing offer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61087384/chapters/156827896

“You look very nice, Azriel,” Elain said with an unmistakable touch of shyness. Azriel felt a blush of his own bloom on his cheeks.

He looked down at himself. He had forgone leathers and armor for a simple yet- he hoped- elegant black silk shirt and tailored pants. There was little he could do about the unruly waves kissing his brow and neck but his hair was at least washed and going in the right directions.

He kept the siphons atop his hands and Truth-Teller at his side, naturally. He never knew when he might need them.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “You…”

Fuck. What was he supposed to say? You look like a flawless goddess, Elain? You look like every sublime dream I have ever conjured? You look like a heavenly creature of moonlight and forgotten worlds and everything good in the universe? You look like your body may kill me slowly and happily?

Say something you godsdamned fucking idiot.

“You look rather dashing,” is what came out of his mouth.

Dashing? Dashing, you miserable fucking bastard? Azriel had never hated himself more.

[lurkinggirlie]

ELRIEL FANFICS

Deleted and now re-uploaded elriel fanfics!

First fic- a winter solstice takes place during ACOFAS. What sort of conversation did Elain and Azriel have about the garden plans?

second fic- Flower fields. Azriel takes Elain to a flower field, and she wants to thank him. inspired by a tweet about a guy putting a flower in the girl’s hair while she gives him a blo*job. (Azriel’s shadows help)

[goddessofwisdom18]

Crone, Mother, Maiden

[unashamedly-romantic]

@writesofnovember

[bookishwithathought]

❄️In Warm Embrace❄️

After a long moment, Azriel broke the kiss and pulled Gwyn down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into the freckled crook of her neck. “Hmm I missed you,” Az murmured against the shell of her ear. Gwyn let out a soft sound of contentment, brushing her hand over his shoulder and wrapping it around the nape of his neck. “You say that every day.” Az took a deep breath, as though inhaling her into his lungs, and lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Because it’s true."

Welp, I have done it.

This is a snippet from a fanfic I have finally dared to share, inspired by this beautiful artpiece @aggiedraws created and surprised me with as a holiday gift.

Full fic now live on AO3: “In Warm Embrace”

Aggie, I love you, dear chingu amiga. Thank you for creating such beautiful art that inspires this little heart to write.

Special thanks to IG/ktreadsthings for holding my hand while I freaked out about sharing my writing with the world.

On the playlist:

💖Happy (belated) Winter Solstice and Happy Holidays💖

[breadnabutterfingers]

What if…and hear me out on this! Nesta was the one hunting the wolf? What if Nesta killed Andras instead of Feyre and left with Tamlin to Prythian?

Let’s be real, Tamlin and Nesta are basically equals in a way that canon Tamlin and Feyre never were. 

At first, she’s suspicious but intrigued. Unlike Feyre, who saw Spring as a cage, Nesta sees opportunity.

Tamlin, instead of being patient, meets fire with fire. Their arguments are intense, but instead of pushing her away, they spark interesting conversations and discuss books.

It’s a slow burn, but Nesta doesn’t resist as much as Feyre did. She enjoys the control Tamlin gives her, not over him, necessarily, but over her own life for the first time. Maybe he even challenges her to embrace power in a way she’s never been allowed to.

Nesta, in return, teaches Tamlin how to stand up to the High Lords as an equal, instead of constantly trying to prove himself. Because Nesta says the words, Tamlin never sends her away. He keeps her safe, fights Amarantha, and never becomes broken the way he does in canon…

[thestarlitmidnight]

✨ Rewrite the Stars ✨

Summary: Being mated to Feyre doesn’t stop Rhysand to seek comfort from his former lover Y/N. One more night, that became their mantra. Fandom: ACOTAr Pairing: Rhysand X Y/N Warnings: Mention of explicit content, be aware of that and consider being 15+ before reading this. Word Count: 3 902 Previous Chapter Master List

Chapter 3

The autumn sun was low and hidden behind a heavy cloud. The air was getting colder. 

Perfect weather for outside training. One does not need to sweat their ass out in leathers while the sun is frying you. When it's chilly outside, the fighting leathers are perfect, keeping you warm enough without the need to sweat and smell. 

Right now, I was fighting with Az, testing our sword skills. 

With Az, it was always so easy to train. He was focused on the training and did not talk a hole into your head. Not like Cass or others, who loved to add to the sound of colliding steel their comment and small talk. 

Truth be told, with sword fight, it was impossible to beat Az, he was way too strong, quick and skilled. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, or even daggers, he gets his ass kicked, but not with swords. 

Another reason why I wanted to test my sword skills with him. I need to put my whole focus into the fight to have even a chance to keep up with him. This way my mind does not have any spare time to be bombarded with unwanted thoughts. 

And there were a lot of them. 

But Azriel decided to break the code today, out of all of the days, and he spoke up. 

"Y/n, I am worried," his hazel eyes were glued on my face, but he did place an attack on my right side. 

"About?" I gritted through my teeth and quickly blocked the attack with the sword, my wing needed to flex a little into the other side, to keep my balance.

"You," he effortlessly blocked my own attack on his thigh. 

I simply rolled my eyes at him and did not reply. My sword started to place attack after attack, trying to break through his defences.

"I know what is happening," he simply said in a low tone, still watching me with these cryptic eyes. 

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I swirled on the other side of him and tried to place a hit on his left side, but he blocked it once again. 

He and his shadows. They always cheat, I am sure of it.

"Y/n, don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you," his eyebrows crushed together with distaste. 

I did not reply, waiting for him to elaborate on what he indeed knew about. It can be quite a lot of things, and I prayed he would come up with anything else than the truly concerning thing. 

"Tell me, why do my shadows report to me that they spotted Rhysand visiting your house?" He went directly to the point, and I growled as my hands started to shake from the effort to block his now stronger attacks. 

"He is my friend; he comes to chat," I lied skillfully, swirling away from him to create a little space between us so I could catch my breath. 

"Liar," he said with an even voice, allowing me to get a little break. "Do you guys chat before or after he has you bend over the desk in his study?"

My eyes shot up to him, now full of warning. Those fucking shadows of his. 

"You are poking your shadows into things that are not your concern," I replied with a stern voice, dismissing any possibility to dive into this topic deeper with him. 

"He is mated, Y/n; this is not going to end well for anyone involved," his face was covered in concern, no distaste or judgment, no, Az would never judge me or Rhys; he was just worried. 

And that made me furious. I crossed the space between us and started to dance with our sword clinging once again.

"Do you think, Az, that I am not aware of  that?" I growled at him and went with way more force into the attacks than before. "I would love to see you act differently in my shoes." 

Azriel, without as much a breaking sweat, knocked the sword from my hands and had me pinned down, his own sword on my neck.

"I would not act differently, but it is not fair to you," he informed me with his eyes glued on mine and his sword still on my neck. "I want you to know that if things get out of hand and you need someone to talk to, I am here for you; you are my little sister, Y/n, you are not alone."

My eyes started to water at his words, and when he helped me back up on my feet, I wrapped my hands around his neck and hugged him, thankful for him. At least one brother still considered me as his sister. Cass was way too invested in his mating bond to still have space for me in his life, but Az was always there for me. When shit hit the fan, he was by my side through the hardest times as much as he was through the best. Just like Rhys and Amren. 

"Angel, tell me, why did you start to take your little experiment alongside you to train?" Rhys walked into the rooftop, in his arms my misplaced cat. 

"Patchy! What are you doing here, baby?" I let go of Az, but not before I placed a thankful kiss on his cheek and went to snatch the creature out of Rhysand's hands. 

"For the love of the Mother, what is this?" Azriel walked closer to us, his eyes taking in the ugly cat. 

"Cat maybe? Or something that wandered into Velaris down from the mountains. I am still trying to figure that out," I scratched the head of Patchy. "How did you get here, Patchy? "

"You did not take it up here with you?" Rhys raised his eyebrows, eying the cat with curiosity. 

"No, and before you come up with some wildly ridiculous theory, she probably just hide in my training bag," I gave Rhys a pointed look, stopping any wild theories about my cat being able to winnow or something equally stupid. 

"It looks all weird," Az poked the bigger ear of the cat with his finger.

"I know, but it gives her a charisma," I laughed at the stunned expression of the shadowsinger; it takes a lot to surprise someone like him. 

"It is a mentally unstable thing, which loves to interrupt when it should not," Rhys grumbled, eying the cat like his enemy. 

That made me laugh. Patchy indeed had a terrible habit of interrupting us during sex. She would come and go after Rhys' feet, or straight out jump into the bed and slap him across his face. There was an occurrence where Rhys was fucking me over the counter in my kitchen just before the diner, and Patchy, with all the limping, managed to climb up to the shelves and push a glass bowl down on his head. 

Safe to say, that Patchy developed a way to make Rhys mighty fate her.

I looked up at Rhys, then at Az, back to Rhys, raising my eyebrows up. This was a kind of comment that I did not expect to hear from Rhys in front of a member of our family. 

"Az came to me first," Rhys sighed, brushing his hand over his jaw, where I just noticed a bruise that was fading quickly. 

Illyrian males and their inability to talk things out without using their fists. 

"Was it necessary to beat him, Az?" I raised my hand and tilted Rhys' head to the side, taking a better look at his jaw. "You know his pretty face is what I like about him the most." 

"Y/n, angel, that is a lie," Rhys charmed a cheeky smile, and he greatly enjoyed my fingers brushing across his jaw. 

Az just shook his head and laughed. "I forgot how annoying you two can be."

"Don't pretend that you did not miss it," I called after Az, who walked to the weapon rag, placing the sword back into its place and letting Rhys take me into his arms. 

"I did not say that," Az looked over his shoulder, giving both of us a warm, pleased smile. 

"Does anyone else know or suspect, or is it only you?" I asked Az, while tilting my head to the side because Rhys decided to sneak a few kisses on my neck. 

"Amren knows," Rhys replied before Az could open his mouth, his lisp brushed over my neck as he spoke. 

That did not surprise me. I knew that Amren at least suspected something. 

"Others have no clue," Az added, resting against the wall, his hands came to rest over his chest. 

"And it will remain this way till it is handled," Rhys placed a quick kiss on top of my wing and took Patchy from my hands, who shortly after disappeared into thin air. "She is waiting for you back at home; we have things to tend to."

"Rhys! She will be moody! That cat hates winnowing!" I scolded him and stepped on his feet, pissed that I would need to deal with a broody cat once I was back home. 

"That cat is not that often present; if you will be lucky, she will be broody on one of her endless adventures and come back home only hungry," Rhys dismissed my scolding and winked, leading me to the kitchen with his hand around my waist, that had tendencies to fall way too low to be considered polite. 

That was true. Patchy loved to explore. She spent more time out than indoors. No matter how misplaced and strangely shaped she was, that weird cat was exploring the world all the time. 

"I need you and Az to look into something; there are whispers that someone is wielding unknown magic in the Autumn Court," Rhys let go of me and went to sit behind the high table.

"Perfect," I sighed and looked at Az with poorly hidden despair. 

I hated the residents of Autumn Court. They were pompous, arrogant idiots with a god complex, always thinking they were better than others. 

What was worse, they rarely lent a helping hand, which meant whoever was cursed to tend to a mission there was always on their own accord, with no outside help. 

Az had trouble keeping his spy network there, and it is no secret that most of the expenses on the spies were pouring into the pockets of poorly willing people in the Autumn Court, who provided us back with half-truths, twisted information, and unreliable intel. But still, it's better than nothing. 

The only person in the whole damn Autumn Court who cared enough to provide us with useful intel was Eris, who might be an ass, but he had his highlight moments sometimes. 

In fact, I have seen Rhys in him sometimes. They both had similar qualities. Few differences were there, for example, that Eris did not have a good circle of his trusted friends and family. He was alone in a pretty tight system his father set, and he needed to orient through it all without any backup or outside help. 

Feyre walked into the kitchen then, looking over the three of us with something unreadable in her eyes. She carried herself with tension in her shoulders and a way too straight spine. Then her eyes ended on Rhysand, and she went right to him, placing a kiss on his lips. 

I fought a need to roll my eyes and chose to look at Az, who provided the two with privacy as well, looking back at me with those knowing eyes. I turned my back to them and crunched my nose at Az, making a face to shake the irritation out of my system. 

"What are you three doing?" Feyre asked with a way too light voice. 

I did turn only when Az made an effort to discreetly nod for me to turn around, and with a suppressed sigh, I did.

That viper was sitting way too close to Rhys for my liking. A mighty furry raised in my chest at the sight of his arm resting on his thigh.

What did not help me at all was the fact that his hand was wrapped around her shoulder, holding her close to himself. The same fucking way he held me a little ago. 

I felt sick. 

It took all of my self-control to not walk to that damn thief and not throw her off the cliff. It would do nothing. She can summon wings. I kept reminding myself of this fact. It would only piss everyone off and make this whole situation a lot worse and complicated. 

"Az and Y/n will need to go into the Autumn Court. There are whispers about an unknown magic being wielded there, and we need to investigate," Rhys replied, his voice even. 

I fought the urge to have my eyes glued to his hand resting around her shoulders. To stop myself from willing it not to move. To not caress her skin.

"Eris will be happy to see Y/n," Az said, his shadows moving around him in calm manners. 

I raised my eyebrow at him, a smug smirk landing immediately on my lips. I knew where he was going with this and I loved every fucking second of that. 

"He will, won't he? Last time we saw each other, he was promising me the title of the Lady of the Autumn Court," I mused back to him, purposely ignoring the burning stare from our High Lord. 

A little fact about Eris. He loved fierce, independent females. Those, he knew he couldn't  have. It was like a hunt for him. A challenge that he very gladly accepted and bathed in the thrill of it. He loved hunting, his favourite pastime, so it should not come as a surprise to anyone that he enjoyed hunting his females as well.

"I will bet ten golden marks that he will bring another priceless gift; my guesses are on another dagger," Az noted to me, looking all innocent as he did so. 

I always knew that Az would have my back. He must have seen how off track the sight of Rhys and Feyre set me, so he found effortlessly a way to turn this into torture of Rhys instead of me. 

"Make it twenty and that he will straight out propose to her at least once," Cassian walked into the kitchen as well. 

He came back from Illyria, where he was training with his soldiers, and he looked like that. Sweaty and with messy hair, which stuck out of his bun. 

"Not the proposal, please; it was enough the last time!" I rolled my eyes and smiled at Cassian. 

"Did I miss something? Since when does Eris fancy Y/n?" Feyre looked between us, her face confused, while her damn fingers darted to Rhys' hair with her eyes ending on me while she brushed them. 

"Let me guess..." Cassian made a thinking face. "Az, care to help me? You remember the dates better."

"Since the day she kicked his ass on one of the meetings, I would say at least a hundred years," Az replied right away, a light smile crossing his lips. 

"You did what?" Feyre's eyes went wider.

I only raised my eyebrows at her, but did not reply; if I did, only cursed words would fall from my lips at her direction. 

"He was ass, talking shit about Rhys, it was only natural she kicked his ass, Rhys would get into trouble for doing that, but nobody would dare to talk shit about Y/n for defending her-," Cass waved with his hand, walking to the sink to pour himself some water. 

"Cass, did you forget that it was you, who did not hesitated to push me away and finish him yourself?" I smoothly interrupted him, he and his big mouth can sometimes get tricky to control. 

"And you are surprised? Nobody will talk like this about my brother and little sister," he gave me a duh face, completely unaware that he was speaking about things that are not to be spoken of in front of the little viper. 

"What did he said about them?" Feyre was now looking between me and Rhys with curiosity. 

"Nothing that is your concern," Rhys replied to her, his voice firmer. "I was not aware that it was necessary to meet with Eris at the mission you will have."

Rhys looked tense. His jaw was tightly set and those violet eyes of his were holding frustration that was contained only be the sheer will of his. 

"It is certainly necessary. Eris is the only one who has the best intel, if someone is wielding strange magic in his court, he will know it," I said with a light smirk on my lips. "And it will be  nice to see him again. Do you think Az, that he practiced those dagger skills?" 

"He? Yeah, for sure, he is probably eager to show them off to you," Az smiled fully in return, his eyes shining now with mischief. 

"Will you reward him if he did?" Cassian chimed, wiggling his eyebrows. "I always knew you were made for greatness,Y/n, now that the air is clear for him, who knows, maybe you will indeed become Lady of the Autumn." 

That made me chuckle. 

It was a solid possibility to take and get out of here. My social standing will only benefit and I will get rid of the sight of Feyre clinging to Rhys at any opportunity she gets. 

"We will see how things play out," I replied with light voice, my eyes finding the violet gaze. 

He got the message. I am sure of it. And I am sure as hell that there will be a nasty fight over this. 

"Y/n, Autumn, really? Come one, you yourself know how stupid of idea that would be," Rhys cannot hold this remark to himself and it stirred satisfaction in me, soothed the painful ache in my chest a little. 

"Why would it be? If Y/n thinks it will make her happy, she has a free will to decide and do not need to ask for permission from you all," Feyre proclaimed eagerly, surprising me with this. 

Is she by any means eager to get rid of me? 

"Feyre darling, Y/n hates Autumn, it would be concerning if she would ever choose to permanently reside there, especially with someone like Eris, who doesn't have the slightest idea about how to handle someone like our angel," Rhys' voice was clipped, tightly controlled as he spoke, his eyes now glued permanently on me, ignoring his precious mate wholly. 

A thing Feyre noticed and did not liked at all, judging by the shift of her body language. She moved her fingers from his hair down to his neck, stroking the sensitive skin there, hoping to get his attention back. 

"Maybe, but did you forget that it is not only Eris, who decided to court our little sister?" Cassian send Rhys a cheeky grin, his chest puffing with pride. 

It was kind of endearing. Cass truly thought that me and Rhys split up and it was done. That I accepted the fact he is mated and he probably believed that I will start moving on with my life as well. He was willing to see me go and settle anywhere as long as I will be happy. 

"He is not?" Feyre's eyes once again widen and her voice was coloured by poorly controlled irritation mixed with hope. 

"Y/n is a hot stuff you know. Last time I spoke with Helion, he was dreaming out loud about finally having opportunity to court her," Cassian's eyes practically shined with excitement. "In my opinion, Helion is better choice than Eris, but who is also in game is Tarquin, but considering how much you hate the sun, he will have little to none chance to get you reside in his shiny palace."

I cannot help and laugh a little. 

It was ridiculous. Truly. Once the news that I am no longer with Rhys got out, they all loose it. Males can be sometimes truly precious. 

"If they all are so interested in her, why they did not courted her already?" Feyre demanded, her face coloured with strange emotions, ones I cannot put together what they meant. 

What? Was she pissed that she is not the one, who is seek out by them? Is she jealous that she is not the one, who stirs this kind of desire from those powerful males? 

A little reality check for her I guess. It will serve her well.

"Very obviously because Rhysie would cut theirs dicks if they did?" Cass shoot back, without any hesitation, leaving us no opportunity to stop him from finishing this dman sentence. 

"And why would he care?" She straightened her spine and she looked at Cassian with demanding look. 

"Are you kidding me? Why would he care? Feyre, he -" Cassian opened that big mouth of his once again, but Rhys stopped him.

"We are getting away from the point of this conversation," Rhys snapped, his voice tight. "Azriel and Y/n are going to Autumn today, I will see you both before you go, we need to clear some things up." 

When he said meet you both, his eyes were glued on me. It was clear message that he will have things to discuss with me. 

Cauldron, I do not have any desire to argue with him before I will be leaving for a mission. It always brought bad amens with it. 

"Well, I don't think any heads up are needed, we can get going right away, right Az?" I turned to look at the shadowsinger, my back turning once again to the pair sitting way too close together. 

I cannot have a fight with him before the mission. There will be no time to make it alright again and I know that once I am away, he will be spending time with Feyre. It would keep eating me alive. The whole damn time when I am supposed to focus, he will be all I could think about and that means trouble. 

Distraction during mission equal problems. Always. 

I would see them together, just like in my nightmares, where he holds her so close to himself, the way he used to hold me. He would whisper sweet words into her ear, while tracing his hands across her body, making her giggle. He would promise her a future, that once was supposed to be ours. He would tell her about his dreams to have family of his own. How he dreamed for centuries about starting a family with his girl after the world will calm down a bit. 

No. I cannot do this and so I gave Azriel a pleading look, hoping he will once again back me up. 

"Of course, we will report once we know something," Az replied right away, walking towards me, gently taking my elbow into his arms. "Do not worry, I will make sure Eris does not misbehave way too much." 

With that, he let his shadows swipe us away from the kitchen. It was a good thing that his little secret of being about to trespass the wards set upon the House of Winds, blew up a few months ago. It allowed him to simply take us away without leaving any space for more pointless chatting and arguing from Rhys.

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[bearbluebooks]

A commission for a Court of Whispered Melodies made by @lucielart

I am so excited to finally share this commission made by the super talented @lucielart. Be sure to check her out on Instagram!

For day 7 @gwynrielweeksofficial - healing

The vision for the piece was inner calm, rest, peace.

I believe they will be each other’s safe spaces through their mutual understanding of hurt and trauma. Azriel will be finally able to breathe and lay down his head to rest as Gwyn watches over him. Azriel will help her realize her own strength and resilience.

I can’t wait to explore this theme and their journey in the fic. Read the first three chapters on AO3.

[azrielsfavoriteshadow]

Jane Austen would ship Elucien and that’s a fact.

[lunaatthezoo]

She'll Wait No Longer: Chapter 7

Chapter 7 is here my loves. Happy Friday xoxo. I have been pouring my heart and soul into finishing this piece and more chapters will come soon. These two deserve it all.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60399079/chapters/155184607

Azriel leaned in to brush his lips across Elain’s cheekbone. 

“Alright, my love,” he murmured onto her freckled skin. “Alright. We will wait. But I do not believe I can stay away from you while we do.” 

Elain’s eyes brightened just a bit and she took his hands in hers. 

“Will you meet me in the garden tonight?” She asked, hope alighting her warm eyes once more. Azriel's heart swelled to see it. 

“There's a new plot I want to show you.”

Azriel’s head tilted in question.

She smiled secretly. 

“It's…private. Not even a nosey High Lord will know we're there.” 

Azriel grinned mischievously back at her. 

“It would be my pleasure,” he purred, and kissed her collarbone lightly. 

Suddenly Nesta and Cassian’s steps were drifting towards them again. 

Azriel sighed and stood. “Let's go,” he said, sliding his siphons onto his hands and tapping one so that leathers and armor slid over his body as if from nowhere. 

Elain gaped for a moment and Azriel just shrugged, smirking cockily. 

Elain gathered her robe around her and walked to his window. “I suppose we should winnow,” she commented, looking down at herself. 

Azriel only nodded and lifted her, pressing a kiss to her neck. 

“Hold on tight,” he murmured into her ear, and jumped out the window.

[viajandopelomar]

What if Nesta found out she was pregnant with Cassian's child and left?

After the walk. What if her scent had changed in the library and a priestess had spoken and she had gone to one of their healers and left? Something like "I cannot allow a child of mine to be punished in the same way when he does not please his father or Rhysand" something like that.

Just an idea, now write it down

🇧🇷 E se Nesta descobrisse que está grávida de Cassian e fosse embora?

Depois da caminhada. E se o cheiro dela tivesse mudado na biblioteca e uma sacerdotisa falasse e ela fosse até alguma curandeira delas e saísse? algo como "não posso permitir que um meu filho seja punido da msma forma quando não agradar seu pai ou Rhysand" algo assim.

Só uma idéia, agora escrevam isso

[limeandorange]

The one-book-per-couple format in ACOTAR is so weird because it sidelines literally everyone else.

Like… why did we only see the entire scene of Elain/Nesta killing Hybern through Feyre’s POV, via her touching the Cauldron??? You’re telling me she just stood there, hands on the magic death bowl for like five whole minutes, and no one interfered?? Not one single person was like "Hey, maybe we should stop her from going full oracle mode in the middle of battle"??

And you’re also telling me that Elain, the literal seer, had NOT ONE WEIRD VISION throughout ACOSF??? Not a single "Hey, maybe Briallyn is about to use Cassian against Nesta" or "Careful, something’s off" moment??

Also, I wish SJM was chaotic enough to make Elriel canon, just for the absolute mess that would follow. Imagine Elain finally making a choice, rejecting Lucien, picking Azriel—only for Azriel’s bond to snap with Gwyn. THE DRAMA.

Dude would spiral into the worst guilt imaginable, knowing that a mate was rejected because of him, only to have his own bond snap with someone else.

And THEN, after everything we've been told about mates, after Elriel and Nessian happen, suddenly Nesta is the one to reject her mate??? Cassian would LOSE IT. Imagine him yelling at Azriel about "mates belong together", and Azriel being the one to clap back like "people are allowed to make their own choices"—THE HYPOCRISY. THE CHAOS.

Meanwhile, Elain has to figure her own shit out because she realizes she only chose Azriel to rebel against her mating bond—not because she actually wanted him, but because she was rejecting the idea of being Fae itself, not Lucien. So now she has to crawl back to Lucien and deal with it.

And while she’s doing that, Gwyn absolutely beats Azriel into the ground, physical and metaphorical. Just kicks his ass, no mercy, no holding back. So satisfying.

And THEN we have Feyre, finally realizing that Rhysand made her become everything she despised when she was with Tamlin—but she resigns herself to it, because he’s too powerful of a High Lord, and their bond is too strong to fight against.

ALL OF THIS HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME. Imagine the chaos. Imagine the absolute wreckage of these books. I would simply ascend.

[sadiegirl2021]

Gwynriel was born 4 years ago and there are already 1393 fics on Ao3 with their relationship tag.

That's basically a fic a day released for approx 3.8 years!

What an inspirational pair 💙

Sarah knew what she was doing! I can't wait for her to give us more!!

[wovendreamscapes]

What if I made this a story? Eris: I have the urge to do something stupid. Azriel: I'm stupid, do me.

P.S. This was inspired by a post on tumblr by @irithiadourden

Eris Vanserra was an arrogant bastard, a pain in Azriel’s ass, and entirely too attractive for his own good. Worse, he was also absolutely, unbelievably oblivious.

Azriel had spent months trying to get Eris to notice him—real, actual, I’m flirting with you, you idiot notice him. But no matter what he did, the heir to Autumn remained as dense as a rock, his sharp mind apparently capable of dismantling court politics but not capable of recognizing when someone was actively trying to sleep with him.

Azriel had endured through subtle touches, lingering glances, and just about every innuendo Rhys had snorted into his wine over. He had let his shadows coil around Eris’s wrists when they stood too close, had tested the waters with a borderline sinful “I could make you beg” during a sparring match (Eris had smirked and said, “That’s rich coming from you,” and then flipped him over his shoulder—Azriel hadn’t known whether to be turned on or offended).

The worst part? Eris wasn’t ignoring him—no, that would’ve made sense.

Eris was simply not getting it.

“You’re not his type,” Cassian had snickered once, watching Azriel glare at Eris from across the room.

“He flirts with anything that breathes,” Azriel had muttered. “Surely I qualify.”

Cassian had simply patted his shoulder. “You’d think.”

It was infuriating.

And now, now, after another long, miserable meeting with Beron and the other High Lords, Azriel found himself at Rita’s, a whiskey in hand and Eris seated across from him in their usual dimly lit corner.

The tension between them was always thick, a coiled thing neither of them fully addressed. Eris looked as tired as Azriel felt, his coat slung over his chair, the first few buttons of his shirt undone like even he couldn’t stand the weight of Autumn’s expectations. His long fingers toyed with the rim of his glass, his expression unreadable.

Then, completely unprompted, he sighed and said, “I have the urge to do something stupid.”

Azriel didn’t think.

Didn’t stop himself.

Didn’t even consider the words before they came out of his mouth, smooth and dry and utterly fucking doomed.

“I’m stupid,” he said. “Do me.”

Silence.

A long, long silence.

Eris blinked.

Tilted his head slightly, like a fox catching an unfamiliar scent.

Azriel stared at him, unblinking, willing the realization to finally, finally sink into that pretty, too-smug head of his.

But Eris just frowned, his brows drawing together. “You’re not stupid,” he said, perplexed. “You’re terrifying.”

Azriel exhaled through his nose. “That’s not—” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s not the point.”

Eris took a sip of his drink, considering him. “Wait, are you actually stupid?”

Azriel wanted to throttle him.

Instead, he leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the table, and stared. Hard. “Eris.” His voice was steady, measured. “What, exactly, do you think I’ve been doing for the past several months?”

Eris’s expression didn’t change. “Being mildly homicidal?”

Azriel inhaled deeply. He was going to kill him. He was actually going to kill him.

A few beats of silence stretched between them before something seemed to click in Eris’s mind. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if flipping through every single one of their interactions at once.

The flirting.

The looks.

The “I could make you beg” comment.

Azriel could practically see the realization dawn in real-time, Eris’s face shifting from confusion to understanding to—oh.

“Oh.”

Azriel just took a slow sip of his drink, unimpressed. “Took you long enough.”

Eris opened his mouth, then closed it again. His fingers drummed against his glass, his gaze flicking over Azriel’s face like he was seeing him for the first time. Then, to Azriel’s immense suffering, a slow smirk curled his lips.

“Well,” Eris murmured, leaning in just enough for the scent of autumn leaves and firewood to reach him. “Lucky for you, I love making bad decisions.”

Azriel arched a brow, unimpressed. “Not sure I believe that. You took months to figure out a simple fact.”

“I’m thorough,” Eris said breezily. “Wouldn’t want to act without considering all the factors.”

Azriel leaned in, voice dropping. “And what are those factors?”

Eris tilted his head, gaze dipping briefly to Azriel’s lips before flicking back up, smug. “You, obviously.”

Azriel exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “You’re a menace.”

“And you’re a menace with a crush,” Eris said, grinning now. “It’s honestly adorable.”

Azriel shot him a flat look. “I take it back. I hate you.”

Eris just hummed, swirling the last of his drink in his glass. “You really don’t.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Azriel sighed, defeated. “So,” he said, tilting his head, “what are you going to do about your urge to do something stupid?”

Eris considered him. Then, in one smooth motion, he stood, stepped around the table, and held out a hand.

Azriel stared at it.

Then at Eris.

Then back at the hand. “Are you serious?”

Eris’s smirk was pure wicked amusement. “What? Too afraid?”

Azriel huffed a laugh, finishing the rest of his drink in one go before rising smoothly to his feet. He didn’t take Eris’s hand—but he did brush past him, close enough for his shadows to skim along the shell of Eris’s ear.

Eris shivered.

Azriel smirked. Finally.

Eris caught up a moment later, muttering, “I hate you,” but his voice was low, and there was something in his gaze that promised revenge.

Azriel was so looking forward to it.

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Fic Idea/Sneak Peek;

(read here)

You were the daughter of a poor mortal couple, children of poor mortals whose ancestors had been lost to history. At twelve, you found a stressed and hungry Feyre Archeron in the woods while hunting (or trying to), and the two of you became companions in the treacherous woods while hunting, becoming friends (and the center of each other's worlds). Until you were fifteen, when your mother gave birth to a son, after years of her husband asking for it. But the birth was complicated; mother and baby were left weak, and you and your younger sister, Rue, became a liability, for you were not sons. You both disappeared one night without a trace, and no one, but Feyre, ever asked for an explanation of your fate. Even when that long-awaited son died before he turned three, Feyre never stopped asking and missing. Not until she herself disappeared, dragged by a beast into the woods, and the rest was history. 

Years later, as Prythian let the dust settle after the war with Hybern. And while the Night Court still rejoiced at the birth of their High Lord and High Lady's first child, a message flew to immortal lands across the world:

From this day, one will be, and only one, the queen of the mortal lads of the world.

Does who bent the knee to you, would keep their land and titles. Those who took arms against you and your dragons would be thrown down, humble and destroyed.

With the threat of mortal queens and the need to fulfill a promise now meaningless, you agree to visit the Night Court to reunite with Feyre. You meet her family, the new and the old, and discuss a possible alliance in the future (and inevitable) wars that will come with the absence of the wall. You know how it will end, but you go anyway. Perhaps one last look at what could have been before meeting those eyes across a battlefield would close a part of your heart that you needed to keep quiet to fulfill your goal.

Little did you know, fate and the Mother had different plans for a relationship you already thought was dead and lost. It turns out it just needed to be completed.

NOTE: I plan on writing about this, at least a couple parts, if you'd like to read it let me know and also tell me if you want to be tagged when it comes out;

UPDATE: Here I will put the people who are part of the tag list and who will be tagged when the story is published, if someone else wants to be part they can still ask!!

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